Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Ah?”

Han Lin was stunned for a moment.

”Here you go.”

Jiang Ding tossed a token that had been made by Sect when Liu SanQi was there. It served as a symbol of disciple status for Jinlingshan Mountain’s disciples, and also granted access to places like the Book Pavilion.

Han Lin left with a small shock.

”Next, the Mercury Silver Magical Gold.”

”It belongs to me, only I can unleash its true potential, not to craft it into some messy Du Fan...”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Whoosh!

An Azure Flying Sword shattered the Mountain Peak Array and flew off into the distance.

...

After the Sect Main Hall’s foundation-building discussion concluded, streaks of Escape Light from the foundation builders scattered in all directions.

”Brother Zhou Lingwu,”

A cultivator at the early stage of foundation building from the Zhou family felt uneasy and transmitted his voice in a low whisper, ”It’s one thing to discuss Uncle Kunlong in the Sect Main Hall, just words, but the direct seizure of Uncle Kunlong’s Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine... If he establishes his foundation, I’m afraid...”

Fear flashed momentarily across the faces of several Zhou family-friendly foundation-building cultivators nearby.

In the jade slips of disciple records, a Qi Practicing Phase Xiantian Sword Body slaughters his peers as if they were mere dogs.

If he reaches foundation building,

They couldn’t imagine how terrifying the situation could be.

”What do you mean ’his’ Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine?”

Zhou Lingwu revealed displeasure and scoffed, ”The Lanshan Spirit Mine has been mined by the Sect for hundreds of years; when did it become privately owned? If that’s the case, I might as well discover a Spirit Iron Mine tomorrow”

”Yes, but still...”

The surrounding foundation-building cultivators remained silent.

In the Cultivation World, there is no such thing as reason or unreason—strength is always respected, with the weak daring to take from the strong being against reason.”

”What do you mean, ’but still’?!”

Zhou Lingwu snapped impatiently, ”He’s been cowering like a turtle on Jinlingshan Mountain for so long; he must be hopeless at foundation building. What use is it to dominate the Qi Practicing Phase? Stop acting like such cowards.”

”Furthermore, even if he does reach foundation building, so what? Is this something I could use for myself? Could I ever afford the Third Order Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine?”

He said with a cold laugh.

”Could it be, Brother Zhou, you’ve offered it to...”

Three foundation-builders felt a sense of relief wash over them, taking a deep breath.

It was fine as long as they weren’t the only ones responsible for the matter.

”You don’t need to think of me like that. While the Poisonous Silver Mine is valuable, I didn’t set my heart on it,”

Zhou Lingwu shook his head and his eyes revealed a killing intent, ”The Nine Apertures Golden Fruit must belong to our Zhou family, must belong to Uncle Kunlong. No one can take it, no one can!”

”It’ll be even better if he fights over it.”

”If he truly doesn’t know whether he’s dead or alive, and tries to snatch the Third Order Spirit Mine from Patriarch Jin Dan’s hands, this is exactly what the elders and I in the family hope to see...”

His words were chillingly cold.

”My brother, we underestimated you,”

The foundation-building cultivators nearby straightened up, their faces showing remorse.

Clang!

Suddenly, a sword cried out.

All the foundation-building cultivators who had just come out of the Sect Main Hall’s discussion changed expressions radically. Their Escape Lights stopped and they looked up at the sky, an instinctual fear arising in their hearts.

Whoosh!

An Azure Flying Sword arrived from the void, a faint Sword Intent of Destruction spreading in all directions, overseeing all the foundation-building cultivators from the clouds above.

”Paying my respects... to Uncle Kunlong!”

Lei Linghe, the foundation-building peak sect leader, showed a bitter expression, sensing what was coming, and bowed in reverence.

”Foundation building?”

”Foundation building!”

The many Qiyu Sect foundation-building cultivators realized something, feeling a mixture of surprise, fear, unease, and resentment—all different reactions—but nevertheless, they all bowed respectfully toward the sky.

”Paying my respects, Uncle Kunlong!”

A wave of foundation-building cultivators bowed, chanting their obeisance in unison.